“Yes, I do!” Wes grinned. “I absolutely do!”
That baby voice sounded on the speaker. “Uh, hi. It’s just me this time. Nicky.”
“I’m serious, the tape needs to come out now.”
“Shh!”
A few soft chords echoed from the tape deck. What came next was not the shouting of Blüdsucker, but a voice, soft and pretty, as young Nicky sang his next song.
Sometimes I feel alone
And the world is breaking ‘round me.
Whenever I am home,
I feel like I am drowning.
You yell and scream and kick and swear and there I sit,
You found me.
I wish I was alone. I wish I was all alone.
I wish that you could feel my pain so you’d never come back home.
And I’d never hear you yell, or hear you scream and shout.
I’d never hear you breaking glass, or swear to kick me out.
I wish I was alone. I wish I was alone
